Girls Pooping Stories Novels & Stories

You've lived with a man for ten years just go to the bathroom, for Pete's sake. Peeping round the door, she saw the lump of his body still on the couch, fast asleep. Her heart did aerobics in her chest as she snuck out of the room, heading for the bathroom down the hall. I don't want him to hear me peeing. Of all the things to be embarrassed about, she thought. Her body wasn't having it anyway, and she was soon sitting on the toilet, releasing her bladder in spurts, trying her best to quell the noise without much luck.

I groan out and she gives out something between a gasp and a moan. I move my free hand down, between our bodies to free my cock from it’s confinement. I need to be inside her again! “Lift.” I say and flick my fingers against her clit. She gasps and does as told, but she tries to move away from me at the same time. My hand at her back keeps her close. “I did not tell you to move off my lap, Miss Gaard.” With quick work of my fingers my cock springs free and I lift my butt to pull down my trousers a little bit. “Are you on birth control?”

Explained Leo. "Yeah. But we prefer to think of this drill as playing tag." Sheen joked. I then heard him gasped for breath so I imagine that one of the student council members had hit him. I'm starting to run out of breath. Maybe mom was right, eating too much sweet isn't good for you. But despite my exhaustion, I still managed to have a calm face as I ran. My eyes caught sight of the girl’s comfort room and an idea formed in my mind. I quickly made my way to the girl’s comfort room and locked myself in one of the cubicles. Ha! Come and get me now, chunks! Let's see if you have the guts to go in here without being called perverts.

had taken them into the bathroom after school ended and had sucked on their growing curves so deliciously that they had moaned and almost gotten caught by a teacher who just happened to be 'passing by'. I did sometimes wonder where all these girls found so many senior boys I wouldn't even know the name of, but being a repressed 16 year old to whom sex was a taboo topic at home and class, and who got to listen to wild stories for free from her classmates about their daring escapades, I tended to believe their tales of bravado.Whispered tales of how a breast looks while swollen and red and what a boy's thick cock looks filled with blood were the only topics any 16 year old could talk about bet

"Yesterday was literally the best night of my life." "You can say that again," Elara chimed in immediately. "It felt weird at first, but girls..." She let out a dramatic sigh while fanning herself. "My panties were soaked. One guy walked up to me and the rest was history." Sienna giggled while glancing around to make sure nobody else was listening. "Listen, I met this guy and we both—" "Can both of you shut up for one second?" I groaned, already fed up with their shamelessly horny stories. "I seriously do not need to hear how erotic your night was. Please keep it to yourselves."

Go to a teacher, or go home and tell those beggar parents of hers? Her voice grew even brighter. "You really are a brave little girl. I do hope you stay brave." When she had finished, she let go. Her nails must have left marks all over my face. The girls behind Venetia all started laughing. But I grew calmer still. I wrote down their names one by one in my head. Venetia, Greta, Elowen... I would not go to a teacher, and I certainly would not go to my parents. Not because I was afraid of them. Because I wanted to see how far this pack of noble girls would take it.

They had been very pleased with the results, and had often done it together since then. Like a lot of young girls, they didn’t believe that anybody else actually did that. They heard other girls talk about how this or that boy had tried to “get his hand in my panties”. All of those girls swore up and down they hadn’t let the boy do that. Neither twin could imagine letting a boy touch them like that. It was too weird. But they liked touching themselves. It was their secret and it was special. It was so special, in fact, that they made a pact that neither of them would let any boy touch them between the legs until both girls were ready to let a boy do that ... which both girls were sure would

She opens her legs a bit more and just lets it all out, feeling the poop making its way out anyways. She shutters as a large and mostly liquid mess fills the back of her diaper, darkening the appearance and making it sag significantly. She knows there's still more but she can already feel that she's filled the diaper to at least half capacity. She whines again and pushes once more, this time with a bit of difficulty. Both of her arms are putting pressure on her belly as she pushes out the rest of it into her diaper, more solid than the previous one. Samantha ends up having to adjust her stance, opening her legs so the mess doesn't stick to her skin more than it already has. She feels that it

As the temperature dropped, all of us sensed something coming alive in the room. Yvonne grabbed a small bottle from her pocket. In it was red liquid. “This is my last resort. Drink it, and everything will end,” she said. “Wait! Don’t trust her!” Henry suddenly cried out to stop me. “What do you mean?” I was stunned. “That’s not to protect you. It’s poison!” He pointed at Yvonne. “She wants to kill you!”

Debbie said still immersed in the discussion section at class a moment ago. “Not only boys in our class but all the boys like to talk about things like that." Kinsey. “What else is Danis, Rocky, Eric, and some boys earlier.” Adele said, referring to what she heard from the boys chatting in class after the discussion section. “Why?" Asked Emma curiously. “It's a porn story. It's so bad anyway!" Clearly Kia represents Adele, still clearly remember the pornographic speech that slid from Dery mouth straightforwardly and eloquently.